Old Homes (Madison Julius Cawein Poems)
Old homes among the hills! I love their gardens;Their old rock fences, that our day inherits;Their doors, round which the ...
Old homes among the hills! I love their gardens;Their old rock fences, that our day inherits;Their doors, round which the ...
COME , then, explore with me each winding glen,Far from the noisy haunts of busy men;Let us with stedfast eye ...
THE LOVER'S JOURNEY.It is the Soul that sees: the outward eyesPresent the object, but the Mind descries;And thence delight, disgust, ...
RELENTLESS war, must still thy dreaded callThe tender lover from his mistress part?From beauty's eyes bid tears of anguish fall,And ...
Miller, whom fair Ierne bore To grace Britannia's happier shore, Whose Genius guides, whose counsel guards The labours of Bathonian ...
And I Am reading, too, my book of memory: With eyelids closed, over the crested foam, And ...
As Head of the Division of Provision for RevisionWas a man of prompt decision--Morton Quirk.Ph.D. in Calisthenics, P. D. Q. ...
My tale to-night is full of woe,I would that it were one of gladness;I would not thrill your hearts, you ...
The sultry summer past, September comes, Soft twilight of the slow-declining year. All mildness, soothing loneliness, and peace; ...
Mark you the floore? that square and speckled stone, Which looks so firm and strong, ...
I WALK'D along a stream, for pureness rare, Brighter than sun-shine; for it did acquaintThe dullest sight with all the ...
Ten Christmas presents standing in a line; Robert took the bicycle, then there were nine. Nine Christmas presents ranged in ...
Up a hill and a hill there's a sudden orchard slope,And a little tawny field in the sun,There's a gray ...
Strong sun, that bleachThe curtains of my room, can you not renderColourless this dress I wear?—This violent plaidOf purple angers ...
It seems to mock me: all this heat and bloom, And the shrill paeans of the laureate bird; As though ...
WHEN hollow bursts the rushing wind,And heavy beats the shower,This anxious, aching bosom findsNo comfort in its power.For ah, my ...
O Sacred Providence, who from end to end Strongly and sweetly movest! shall I write, And not of thee, through ...
The landscape sleeps in mist from morn till noon; And, if the sun looks through, 'tis with a face Beamless ...
WITNESS FOR TROUT FISHING IN AMERICA PEACE In San Francisco around Easter time last year, they had a trout fishing ...
1. Award, and still in bonds, one day I stole abroad, It was high-spring, and all the way Primros'd, and ...
Strong sun, that bleach The curtains of my room, can you not render Colourless this dress I wear?- This violent ...
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